08/21/2026
Anxiety diagnoses have exploded over the last 30 years.
In that same window we started eating food our great-grandparents wouldn’t recognise, stopped lifting anything heavier than a phone, traded sunlight for screens, and replaced the village with an algorithm.
Then we called the result a chemical imbalance and got offered a prescription for it.
I’m not saying nobody needs help. Some people genuinely do.
I’m saying that before you accept a label for life, it’s worth asking a simpler question: is my brain broken, or is my brain responding correctly to a broken environment?
An anxious response to an unnatural life isn’t a malfunction. It’s a signal.
I stopped treating the signal and started fixing what it was pointing at. The anxiety didn’t need managing after that. It had nothing left to say.
Your body isn’t betraying you. It’s begging you.
